Kotlc Oneshots and Stuff

Jealously (Sokeefe kinda)

Get ready for the cringe.

Keefe laid on his bed, with his notebook in his hands, sketching a picture that had an uncanny resemblance to a certain brown-eyed elf, kissing a certain boy with messy hair. His dad had been in a phase of anger lately, and he could still hear him yelling at someone on his imparter. 

Living with his dad was horrible. He was mean, and had high expectations for Keefe that he knew he could never fulfil. Keefe was tired of his dad, and decided to hail his best friend Fitz. 

 "Hey Keefe, what's up?"

 "Just my dad being, ya know, my dad." Keefe rolled his eyes and sighed. "So I was gonna ask - can I spend the night at your place for a bit until my dad chills out? He won't mind my absence, I'm sure. "

 "Oh yeah, totally, but I'm not going to be home until around six."

 "Why not?"

 "I have - um - a thing to do before that. " Fitz's face tinted pink.

 "Uh ok, I guess I'll see you then." Keefe clicked off his imparter and ripped his drawing out of the notebook. He folded it up and put it in his pocket. He began shoving his stuff into a bag, wondering what the thing was that Fitz had to do.

{Time skip}

Keefe knocked on the glittery Everglen doorway, arms full of sleepover stuff. Fitz opened to door, and he looked slightly disheveled. "Sorry I'm a little late." Keefe said. "A little? Bro, it's ten o'clock and you were supposed to come around six." Fitz laughed. Classic Keefe.

 "Yo, I'm tired, let me in already." Keefe shoved his way past Fitz, into the Vacker's massive living room, and straight up the stairs to Fitz's bedroom.

Fitz followed soon after, closing the door behind Keefe. "Going to bed so soon?" Fitz said, eying Keefe already rolled into a blanket burrito on the floor. "You know that I have a couch literally right there." The lump of Keefe in a blanket levitated up and flopped onto the couch. Fitz scoffed, flipped the light switch, and crawled into his own bed.

"So... What was that 'thing' you were doing before I got here." Keefe asked, wiggling his eyebrows in the dark.

Fitz mumbled something under his breath. 

"WAT? Speak louder." Keefe said.

"eyewuzonadaytwithsofee"

"YOU WERE ON A DATE WITH SOPHIE!!!" Keefe shouted, his voice faltering. 

"Yeah." Fitz said quietly.

Sophie. Keefe had been crushing on her since day one, and dreamed about being with her every night. The way that her hair framed her perfectly sculpted face, Keefe felt like a hopeless, goofy little boy around her perfection. He knew that Fitz shared his feelings for her, and knew that if he told Fitz, they would no longer be friends. If only Sophie belonged to him. But she belonged to someone else. Not just someone else, but his best friend.

Keefe took a pillow from the couch and hugged it over his face, whimpering. Fitz didn't seem to notice. 

"Oh. I'm so" *hiccup* "happy for you. How'd it go." Keefe's voice cracked.

"I've told you before that I like her, like, really like her, I asked her to go earlier today, and I was really glad that she said yes. She wore this beautiful red dress that complimented her golden flecked eyes and hair. And we had a picnic under the panakes tree. We sat there and laughed - , ahh, she's so pretty when she smiles."

Keefe pushed his face harder into the pillow, trying to hold back his tears. Why me. He thought to himself. Of all people, why did life hate him? He had hid his crush for a long time with jokes and laughs, because she did look pretty when she smiled. Whenever she and Fitz held hands or did cognate exercises, he would look away and remind himself that all that mattered was that she was happy. Even if that meant she was happy with someone else. He reached into his pocket and crumpled his drawing.

"We ate a bunch of food, and it was really nice, ya know? And - um - and after a while," Fitz continued. "We - we kissed."

Keefe's heart stopped. Fitz had kissed Sophie.

The salty droplets fell from his eyes, dampening the pillow. This time Keefe couldn't hold them back. "What - what did it f-f-feel like? Kissing Sophie?" Keefe choked.

"Keefe, you know I've liked her for a while. But this kiss was nothing like I imagined. Her lips were so soft, and tasted like fluffy whipped cream and ripe strawberries. I mean, like, the moment that her lips were on mine, I was in heaven." Fitz said wistfully.

Tears continued to stream down Keefe's face, and his eyes were swollen red. He hugged the pillow even tighter, feeling jealous as ever of Fitz. His breathing turned to quiet sobs, but Fitz was too absorbed in his own wonderland to care. 

Keefe always hoped that somehow he'd be able to muster up the courage and confess to Sophie. To the love of his life. That he'd be the one she kissed. That she was the one for him, and they would live a happy ever after together. But no. Sophie didn't love him, she loved his best friend. But now, she was happy. Happy living a better life with Fitz. Happy living a better life, without Keefe.